Miss Miller Ch. 01

“Let’s try without, first,” I said.

She pulled up a kitchen chair next to the sofa and started on my neck. She used firm stokes to massage my neck and shoulder muscles. It felt great. She worked her way down my back. As she got close to my butt, I started to get an erection. By the time she reached my butt, I had to readjust myself to keep me from being in pain from my cock expanding. She worked her way down my thighs and down to my calves.

“Okay, time to do the front,” she beamed.

“Ah, what?” I answered.

“Roll over,” she said, as she patted my butt.

“I think you’ve done a fine job, thank you,” I said grabbing my clothes off the floor.

“You’re getting the full works on this one, buddy,” she said as she started to tickle me.

“Alright,” I said as I finally gave in.

“Good boy,” she said.

I turned over on the couch, allowing my cock to spring free.

She put hands on her hips and gave me a stern look.

“What do we have here?” she said as if she were chastising me.

She reached out her hand and gently traced the length of the shaft.

“Looks like somebody liked the back rub,” she said, giggling.

She took her other hand and brushed my balls with the back of her fingers.

“Somebody is really horny. Feels like these bad boys are ready to pop,” she said as she smiled wickedly.

Dawn was right. After the night before, I was all backed up.

She brushed the head of my cock with her fingertips, and did the same to my balls with the other.

“Your getting kind of purple down here,” she said. “Do you want me to stop or keep going?”

“Stop!” I almost yelled.

The hands left. My cock thumped and twitched with my heart. My breathing struggled to return to normal. I opened my eyes and looked at her.

“Hi,” she said as she waved to me. “Like your massage so far?”

“Uh,” was all I could say.

“Tell me when I can start again.” She chuckled.

I waited about two minutes and said, “Okay.”

Again, her fingertips began an attack on the sensitive areas of my manhood. She slowly stroked my balls, and gently swirled her fingertips on the head of my cock. Every few seconds, she traced the length of my cock with the same fingertip motion.

I opened my eyes to look at her. She was watching my reaction intently. I was breathing hard again and my entire cock was turning blue.

“Stop,” I groaned.

Again the hands left me. I eventually opened my eyes and saw that she had taken her tee shirt off.

“A little visual stimulation,” she said, as she swayed them back and forth for me.

They were large and hung down a bit with her maturity. She held them both in her hands and pulled them up to her face so she could lick the nipples.

She was right. I needed even more time to cool down.

“Okay,” I finally said with my voice cracking.

“You sure?” she asked still holding her boobs.

“Yeah,” I said.

This time, she moved her hands even slower. They worked their magic on me as I reached up to hold her breasts. Her nipples were hard as bullets.

“Do you want to cum this time?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered, kneading her breasts.

She turned up the speed a little. Her fingers swirled the head and ran the length.

“Ohhh,” was all I could say, as she gently coaxed me over the threshold that I had stopped at twice.

She leaned forward and hung her boobs over my twitching cock. My balls contracted and a rush of sperm shot out to splash on her breasts. She lowered her head and let me finish emptying my balls in her mouth.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked as my cock popped out of her mouth.

“I don’t know what to say, other than thank you,”

“Well, that a start,” she chuckled. “Soup’s ready.”